Born To Soar

A short story

Henery X


Photo by Navi on Unsplash

When we wrap our minds up in the word of God, our spirits will take us to the highest of heights. — Henery X

Born To Soar

2022, Henery X ©

Seventeen-year-old Aisha Gibson just loves to dance. In fact, it was her favorite thing to do in her spare time. Though she was well versed in all manners of the craft, classical ballet was her favorite style.

Winter, 2016

Eleven-year-old Aisha had just recently enrolled in Sally J’s School of Dance. She was excited and nervous all at the same time. She was pursuing her dream of being a famous ballerina.

Forty-five-year-old Sally Jefferson was a renowned ballet dancer who is a former member of the New York City Ballet. When she was thirty, she started her own ballet program, which mostly focused on helping urban youth to be their best.

“Alright, ladies. Let us begin,” Sally said sternly.

The diverse group of females ranged in age from ten to seventeen, were all looking at their instructor intensely. They were all dressed the same, but they all possessed different degrees of enthusiasm. Sure, they were all excited to be where they were, but other places still occupied space in most of their minds. But this wasn’t the case with Aisha. There was no other place she was thinking about being outside of where she was. In her mind, this space represented her second home.

“As always, we’re going to start with the first position. Let’s go ladies.”

Everyone present was emulating what they saw Sally doing. One of her assistants came up and whispered something in her ear.

“Something has come up, ladies. I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of Marissa here. Now, show her the same level of respect you show me.”

“Yes, Ms. Jefferson,” everyone present said in unison.

Sally hurried off.

“Alright ladies. Let’s start with the first position again,” Marissa said.

When Sally returned to her place of business, everyone had left except for Marissa and Aisha, who was sitting in one of the chairs in the studio…